It felt so warm at the top of the tree-
until a hard wind blew the branch off of me.
All alone and quite free on the ground,
my nut cracked open wide.
I found many others who lay along side.
New life green grass and shade were a lot
of fun.
Without my shell-soon life would be done.
michele kostelnik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nut-out-of-her-shell/
